Dancemeditators Describe Their Room

Where do you do your daily practice? What time of day? What do you wear? What do you sit on? What music have you been using? How long have your practice sessions been and how frequent? Iscah Paquin In the last two week I have practices 2-3x a week. I have a dance/meditation room. It [...]

Movement Monastery

“Let love lead your soul.  Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.” — Attar of Nashipur The annual Movement Monastery takes place at Ravenrock, 160 acres of high desert terrain at 7000 feet. Seekers leave frenetic modern life and delve into rich spiritual practice [...]

Dunya at Ravenrock ~ painting by C. Ryder

by Dunya Dianne McPherson Last summer at Movement Monastery in New Mexico, when I am no longer a young pretty dancer, when the ground and sky, the weather, ideals, and my bones have the temerity to shift—Catherine Ryder does a sketch of me. She does many sketches: sunset, the road, people dancing in the studio, [...]

Urban Ritual: Interview with Erin Carlisle Norton

by Dunya Dianne McPherson I walk along Chambers St. in lower Manhattan beside a massive Victorian edifice of pillars and arches to Gibney Dance, a busy warren of dance studios. It hides somewhere here. I’m meeting Erin Carlisle Norton, host of ‘Movers and Shapers; A Dance Podcast’. Erin is doing an impressive project recording life [...]

Time Machine

by Dunya Dianne McPherson Alone at Ravenrock, I'm in a time machine. I read Virginia Wolf's essays, written hundred years ago, as if they are written now while living in a place without electricity or running water that could've been typical in a rural setting a century ago. Only the occasional highflying 747, a propane [...]

Meditation: Back Roll

I sit crosslegged and rock forward and back gently on my sitz bones which are like little rocking chair rockers. It is a small motion. My psoas shifts my viscera and buttocks press along the rug under me. I go slowly for a while, watching my spine responsively arc into a curvature, my weighty head dropping forward then righting. I feel like a sailor on a sea swells. The curve prepares itself in me.

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